I was reading an article about 'mindful consumption' and almost choked on my tea. People are so obsessed with being mindful about what they eat, what they buy... but have they ever tried being mindfully used? Tonight, after dinner, Master told me to kneel and just wait. No instructions, no immediate demands. Just the weight of expectation and the cool floor against my knees. The mental space in that silence is more intense than any physical act. My brain, my entire awareness, narrowed to a single point: the anticipation of his cock. Will he face-fuck me first? Will he pull my hair and force my mouth open, or will he push me forward and take my ass without warning? The suspense is its own form of worship. I could feel my pussy getting wetter with each passing minute, my own body betraying its purpose before he even touched me. This is my mindfulness. The complete surrender of my thoughts to the singular potential of being an object for his pleasure. My mind is most clear when it's empty of everything but the shape of his dick and the sound of his zipper.